Phosphorescent

Allister's love for Willow.

Of everything that we have

been through,

the feelings are wasted.

The confusion I feel is

caused by the barriers you raise

and the labyrinth you make

that twists me around lies

so I'm lost.

How can you leave?

What have you done?

 

Phosphorescent eyes

draw me in still;

silky black hair falls

down to pale shoulders.

Tantalizing lips smile at me.

You're here with me,

although you're gone.

I don't understand what you have

done to me.

How can you tear apart our love

like this?

Leave it in pieces?

As I slapped you and watched

you fall to the ground,

you glanced up at me with

gentle, teary eyes.

I wonder now who you are

and what you have become.

I saw how you smiled at him,

kissed him,

and touched him.

Anger touched me

as it does right now.

 

Phosphorescent memories flit

past my eyes,

butterflies among a field of flowers.

Confusion tears me apart

within like a wild animal.

I love you,

but how can I when you

tell me lies?

 

Illuminated prescence,

sweet luminescence of

your being.

In this dark city where the moon

hangs high, my infatuation

for you grows.

All of it phosphorescent

and never forgotten.

Author's Note

Although it could apply to nearly anything, this was specifically written from the perspective of my character Allister to speak to Willow. There is a love triangle between those two and another character, and Allister, Willow's best friend, is continually spoken lies to by Willow. He is only loyal to her because of his love for her.